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When I speak out of my window All the same shit comes back to me And when I go out in the morning with the sunlight The sunlight follows me from the perception of reality I bleed I've stopped asking questions and stopped being discreet about what I need I need some answer Drugs call me like fake thugs When the cops show us What is wrong with disgusting acts of favorite Savor it, everything is that savior shit What you gonna say about it? I'm freaking out, I've lost my head But it comes right back to me So if you can't see What I've been giving to me I guess there's nothing to release